Enough, Paparazzi

Why do you people keep hounding me with your darn cameras and flash bulbs? Can't a star get a little privacy?

Maestro O Jo

All together now, everyone sing!

My first birthday is fast approaching and I need to make sure you all sing in harmony. Rehearsals will be held daily until we get it right.

First Steps

Mack Truck

I can now stand on my own without holding on to anything, and although I may be a bit wobbly when I take those first few steps toward you - I'm like a Mack Truck lunging forward.

Pointilliste Self Portrait

This is a canvas eyeview of my latest creation. Following the lead of Georges Seurat's "Un dimanche après-midi à l'Ile de la Grande Jatte," I have labored to construct the next great pointilliste masterpiece. For the time being this "fruit of my psyche" shall simply remain a single dot on the wall until such time as I can stumble across a generous benefactor to fund my Crayola needs. Once launched I shall endeavor to leave my impression on each wall in my currently bland abode.

11 Months Old

Almost One!

Here I am standing in front of my Snoopy "How Tall Am I?" measuring poster. I have it taped to the back of one of the doors in my bedroom. If Mom had taken this photo from a better angle I would look tall enough to be the starting center for The Chicago Bulls or Detroit Pistons. As it is I am only about 29" tall and weigh in at a hefty 21 lbs, 10.4 ounces. I am walking pretty good (with the help of that walker Dad bought me) and am crawling like a fiend. Diet-wise I'm not quite eating off of Dad's plate (as if he would even let me!), but I'm learning to chew a little better.